Nor let us waste on trifling cares
That life which thy compassion spares.

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8s, 78 & 4. The Sinner invited and threatened. HEAR, O sinner!-mercy hails you,

Now with sweetest voice she calls; Bids you haste to seek the Saviour, Ere the hand of justice falls;

Hear, O sinner ! 'Tis the voice of mercy calls. 2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering

O’er the path you dare to tread; Hark! the awful thunders rolling Loud, and louder o'er your head ;

Turn, O sinner —
Lest the lightnings strike you

dead. 3 Haste! O sinner! to the Saviour,

Seek his mercy while you may ;
Soon the day of grace is over;
Soon your life will pass away ;

Haste, O sinner!-
You must perish—if you stay.

S. M. 151

Justice and Mercy.
ETERNAL justice speaks-

Let thoughtless sinners hear;
She dooms the guilty soul to die,

Without a pitying tear. 2 Eternal mercy calls,

With voice of kindest love;
She offers pardon to the lost,

And endless life above.

Every believe

it

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8 Ye guilty, dying men,

If mercy you repel,
Then justice, with a flaming sword,

Must drive you down to hell. 4 Oh yield to love divine,

Break off your sins to-day;
Accept the Saviour's pardoning grace,

Believe, repent, and pray. 152

8s, 75 & 4.

Glad Tidings.
SINNERS, will you scorn the message

Coming from the courts above?
Mercy beams in every passage;

Every line is full of love;

Every line is full of love.
2 Now, the heralds of salvation,

Joyful news aloud proclaim:
Sinners freed from condemnation,
Through the all-atoning Lamb!

Life receiving
Through the all-atoning Lamb.
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A Fountain set open. COME to Calvary's holy mountain,

Sinners, ruined by the fall; Here a pure and healing fountain

Flows to you—to me—to all, In a full perpetual tide,

Opened when the Saviour died. 2 Come, in sorrow and contrition,

Wounded, impotent, and blind; Here the guilty, free remission,

8s & 7s.

Here the troubled peace may find; Health this fountain will restore;

He that drinks shall thirst no more. 3 He that drinks shall live forever;

"Tis a soul-reviving flood :
God is faithful-God will never

Break his covenant writ in blood;
Signed, when our Redeemer died,
Sealed, when he was glorified.

S. M. 154

The Sinner invited and threatened.
MY son, know thou the Lord,

Thy fathers' God obey;
Seek his protecting care by night,

His guardian hand by day. 2 Call, while he may be found,

Oh seek him while he's near;
Serve him with all thy heart and mind,

And worship him with fear. 8 If thou wilt seek his face,

His ear will hear thy cry; Then shalt thou find his mercy sure,

His grace forever nigh. 4 But if thou leave thy God,

Nor choose the path to heaven;
Then shalt thou perish in thy sins,

And never be forgiven. 155

SINNER! rouse thee from thy sleep,
Wake—and o'er thy folly weep;
Raise thy spirit, dark and dead,
Jesus waits his light to shed,

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2 Wake from sleep-arise from death

See the bright and living path:
Watchful tread that path-be wise,

Leave thy folly-seek the skies. 3 Leave thy folly-cease from crime,

From this hour redeem thy time;
Life secure, without delay,

Evil is thy mortal day. 4 Oh! then, rouse thee from thy sleep,

Wake! and o'er thy folly weep;
Jesus calls from death and night,
Jesus waits to shed his light.

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Danger of Delay.
HASTE, O sinner-now be wise;

Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Wisdom, if you still despise,

Harder is it to be won.
2 Haste—and mercy now implore;

Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Lest thy season should be o'er,

Ere this evening's stage be run. 3 Haste, O sinner-now return;

Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn,

Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Haste, O sinner-now be blest,

Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest,

Ere the morrow is begun.

C. M. 157

The Gospel Trumpet.
LET every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,

With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,

That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys

To fill th' immortal mind, 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared

A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away—and die-
Here you may quench your raging thirst

With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here

In a rich ocean join ;
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine. 6 The happy gates of gospel grace

Stand open night and day ;-
Lord—we are come to seek supplies,

And drive our wants away. 158

YE trembling captives, hear!

The gospel trumpet sounds:
No music more can charm the ear,

Or heal your heart-felt wounds.

S. M.